Well-Planned Bus Ride_(0)

Jack was not a violent kid. Hell, he was probably one of the nicest gentleman of his entire city. Which was exactly why that bitch had some nerve…

Amber broke his heart, plain and simple. He had invested time, money, emotions, everything into that girl for years, and she decided to just hop on the next dick she saw? That was just plain fucked up.

What made it worse, she seemed outright hurt that Jack didn’t want to be friends with her after the fact. “I’m sorry it ended this way too, but we can still be friends if you want. That’s better than nothing, right?” WRONG….

Jack sat at his friend’s party, not really partaking in the festivities. He was merely sipping on his drink, doing a good enough job pretending to be merry. There were 6 guys and a girl all sitting around the dinning room table sharing the hookah pipe, chatting back and fourth. They all were laughing at Matt’s latest politically incorrect joke while sharing the week’s events.

Hannah, the sole girl, actually came up with the idea of revenge. It was such a small idea at first, but throughout the night, it would be honed into a great plan, greater than any of them could imagine.

“You should really pay that cunt back for all she did to you, Jack,” She blatantly stated out of the blue. “I’m sure the 7 of us could help you out.”

“Hell yeah man!” shouted Reg, trying to sound black. “You say the word, we teach that bitch some respec!”

Jack had admittedly replayed giving her a piece of his mind many times over in his head. But not liking confrontation, he had brushed the thoughts away, not wanting to bring it up and cause drama.

“You know, my cousin’s got one of those rapist vans. The E-350s with the sliding doors? With the couch style back seat! We could pick her up in that, and ship her cheating ass straight to Mexico!”

“That’s hella fucked up man…” Travis said sternly, then laughed, adding, “Why let the Mexicans have all the fun?!?”

Jimmy piped in with his monotone voice “No lie, man, she was fucking hot as hell. Wouldn’t be the end of the world if I got to teach her a lesson…”

“Shit guys, whats wrong with you?” Jack said, playing off the situation jokingly. But after much serious debate, (how much had they had to drink?!) they convinced him that they should, indeed, teach her a lesson sexually.

“Come on man, she cheated on you, which makes her a whore. Whores just need sexual discipline, that’s the only way they learn,” persuaded Matt. Finally after a few more minutes of discussion, with even Hannah taking the side of the perverted revenge scheme, Jack conceded. “Fine, if you guys want to fuck her, by all means, treat her like the whore she is.”

The group cheered at their verbal victory, and the plans were soon discussed in detail.

“Do you have any blackmail you could use as leverage to get this started??”
“My friend drives the city bus. I’m sure it wouldn’t take much of a bribe for him to drive in circles while we did our thing.”
“You know, the trick is to make her feel safe. You should text her and apologize, saying you are alright with being friends.”
“I’ll get a shit ton of people to form a boundary around us, so no one will be able to see.”

In the end, numbers were dialed, plans were laid out, and timings were set. Jack called Amber to apologize for his getting upset.

“Hey, uh, Amber?………. Yeah it’s me………. Yeah I know it’s late………. Yes, I know I’m drunk………. Would you just listen to me?….. Thank you. I uh, wanted to say I’m sorry that I reacted so pissy to our breakup. I miss being around you, and if, uh, if you’re willing, I am willing to be just friends……….. Really? That’s great!………. Do you, maybe uh, wanna hang out this weekend?………… Yeah, no that’d be great!………… No, my car isn’t working quite right. Maybe we could take the city bus?………….. I know it’s weird, but I do miss you. It’d get us where we want to go…………. Great! Thank you. Yeah, we’ll just leave after school Friday………. Okay, I lov-………. Sorry, old habits die hard………… Yeah, uh… bye.” He hung up his cell. “Guys, it totally worked. We’re going to Riverside Park after school Friday. Can we set it up that soon?”

“Lemme jus call my boys, I’ll see what they can do,” Reg said, and with that, the subject was dropped.

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Friday couldn’t come by fast enough. Throughout the week, the group made little changes to the plan, but kept Jack out of the loop, as the less he knew, the better he could lie. Almost every one of them felt odd about the entire situation, but didn’t want to be the first one to back out of their drunken pact.

Friday afternoon came, and 7th period was finally let out, Jack walked to the flagpole rendezvous with the shakes. It was always where he and Amber met up after school to talk to their mutual friends before piling in Jacks car and driving off. Today, no friends were gathered, as it had been awkward ever since the break up, many of them choosing sides.

Seconds later, he saw Amber come out of the school’s side door, books in hand. She was a gorgeous girl, one of the prettiest Jack had had the pleasure of getting to know very well. She stood 5’4, with red shoulder length hair. Her eyes were green, but when she was highly emotional, they turned a blueish color. Her body was pale, a typical ginger, with 34C boobs, not sagging an inch due to her youth. But it was her ass, yes definitely her ass that was her best feature. Words could not describe the ideal curve to her backside, which was sticking out well past her waist. Her curves formed perfectly, which was a miracle how large her ass was, because Jack could not find an ounce of fat anywhere else on her body.

She was wearing a very sexy outfit today, extremely short denim shorts, which Jack was positive were too short for the school dress code. They were paired with a tight black t-shirt that showed off her cleavage as much as Amber dared to. She walked towards him with a sexy smile and, just as she reached him, she hugged him like an old friend, exclaiming her excitement that he was done overreacting and was happy they could still be friends.

Just moments after, Jack saw Michael, one of their many class mates, come up behind Amber and grab her in a startling hug, to which she squealed, turned around, and planted a kiss on his awaiting lips. “Oh, this bitch has to go!” thought Jack to himself, doing his best to hold in his ever-building rage.

“I told you I was going to the park with Jack today, right baby? I’ll call you tonight when I’m home and you can come over.” She handed her book bag off to him, like he was a pack-mule, and with another quick peck on the lips, she left her new boyfriend and headed toward the bus stop with her ex. “What a slut she is… How can that Michael even trust her with me?” thought Jack. But it was no matter to him, for he knew for a fact she wouldn’t be faithful today, whether she was okay with it or not!

Climbing onto the city bus, Jack paid for both of their fares, as the driver tipped his cap and shut the doors quickly behind them. He proceeded to drive off immediately, leaving the next few kids who hadn’t yet boarded stranded waiting for the next bus.

Amber followed Jack towards the back of the bus, as it was pretty full. She recognized a few of the faces. That was Jimmy, one of Jacks closer friends, sitting next to his sure-to-be gay lover Travis. She rolled her eyes as she mocked the boys in her mind. Directly behind them was another couple of Jack’s friends. Hannah, a slut who must have fucked all the guys she was constantly around. Surely since she was with that group ALL THE TIME, she HAD to be a skank…

Sitting beside her was… oh, what was his name? She drew a blank, but still found it odd that they all didn’t even say hi to Jack as he boarded. Weren’t they all friends?

Jack pushed past all of his friends without saying a word. He shuffled to the back of the bus, which was already standing-room only. He grabbed onto one of the poles for support as Amber quickly followed suit. There they stood, Amber obviously annoyed with the travel conditions. She was used to nothing less than riding shotgun in Jack’s classic Chevelle (sometimes persuading Jack to let her drive.) She recognized yet another extremely familiar face, but couldn’t put her finger on who it may be. Was this yet another of Jack’s friends? She couldn’t remember this specific person, and she’d rather not be caught starting at the bus-folk if it did happen to be a stranger.

Time crept slowly, as Riverside Park was a good 20 minutes away by car, so Amber guessed it was nearly double that on a bus.